tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.comments2009-06-03T09:53:41.125-05:00Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634382495957387755noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-13790812893788241272009-06-03T09:53:41.125-05:002009-06-03T09:53:41.125-05:00That&#39;s fantastic, how lucky you are to be able to stay at home, as that&#39;s what you want. I&#39;m sure they&#39;ll keep you so busy you&#39;ll forget all about the shopping... some days!Cate Subrosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272234788337670115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-10021757901717172152009-02-11T09:30:00.000-06:002009-02-11T09:30:00.000-06:00Yes! Which ones?Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634382495957387755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-86008443484359324792009-02-11T08:08:00.000-06:002009-02-11T08:08:00.000-06:00I own three of those if you'd like to borrow them.Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-60234777623469910072009-02-03T03:46:00.000-06:002009-02-03T03:46:00.000-06:00Pregnant at the SIX WEEK checkup? I would seriously have a nervous breakdown.<BR/><BR/>WTF? I was no fly zone for at least the first three MONTHS.<BR/><BR/>My word: elimme. Sorry to break the chain.cardiogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01322965001273835193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-30778372870319490852009-02-02T14:13:00.000-06:002009-02-02T14:13:00.000-06:00Sa-weet!Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634382495957387755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-50137890744778818832009-02-02T13:29:00.000-06:002009-02-02T13:29:00.000-06:00Monthly Girl's night is ON, sweet thang.Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-64229123275280331572009-02-02T12:45:00.000-06:002009-02-02T12:45:00.000-06:00Oh, I have threatened the life of anyone who dares to break my precious garbage can. I'm considering making them use the outside garbage only.Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634382495957387755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-5956196791285945322009-02-02T12:42:00.000-06:002009-02-02T12:42:00.000-06:00Wow, Nobody, I'm definitely NOT drinking your water!<BR/><BR/>ROFL! I swear I didn't rig the word verification!Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634382495957387755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-52139370719226038772009-02-02T12:39:00.000-06:002009-02-02T12:39:00.000-06:00Sweet trash can, I'm a little jealous. It would be broken in 2.3 days flat at my house.<BR/><BR/>To answer your question: I had no idea how many times in a day/week I would have to stifle laughter. It's one of the more challenging parts of motherhood. On the other hand, there are times when I know I will bust out a kidney or something if I try to hold it in. I was laughing hysterically, and fell off the couch laughing when Bo made his analogy. It's been a long time since he's made me laugh that hard.NOBODYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276906004956692545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-18524800517352615362009-02-02T12:37:00.000-06:002009-02-02T12:37:00.000-06:00I've got one born as a result of a change in methods. One day lapse, resulted in him.<BR/><BR/>A second we were talking about having and got pregnant two days later.<BR/><BR/>A third that I swear was immaculate.<BR/><BR/>I know how it happens for MOST people, but I'm at a complete loss for myself.<BR/><BR/>I do know, our biggest "oops" is the sweetest thing ever created, so---good luck whichever way you go!<BR/><BR/>p.s. Did you rig your word verification? It's "nonono"NOBODYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11276906004956692545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-12728056556201974422009-01-29T14:44:00.000-06:002009-01-29T14:44:00.000-06:00I think that's a good plan.Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-13583603044562747212009-01-29T13:07:00.000-06:002009-01-29T13:07:00.000-06:00Contraceptives? Well, that happens to be a long story. The ironic thing is that I finally got a new prescription and was PLANNING on starting said prescription this month.<BR/><BR/>Grabidic? Hilarious. You always get the good captcha words!Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634382495957387755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-87093557951250261462009-01-29T12:45:00.000-06:002009-01-29T12:45:00.000-06:00Uuhhh...contraceptives?<BR/><BR/>You're not catholic. Use them.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Oh and by the way, my word verification is "grabidic".<BR/><BR/>I am NOT joking.Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-49742141222237256212009-01-28T14:04:00.000-06:002009-01-28T14:04:00.000-06:00I would say Paulo is best for a quickie. During the week, if our floors feel sandy, he's perfect to let loose for a spot clean.<BR/><BR/>Eventually the corners need a deeper clean and that's when we bust out the broom. Really though, just sweeping the crud from the corners into the center where he can get it isn't so bad.<BR/><BR/>I'll take you up on that Speedo.Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-84066791133458535032009-01-28T13:05:00.000-06:002009-01-28T13:05:00.000-06:00I have looked into those before but read a lot of negative reviews. How do you like yours?<BR/><BR/>Does Paulo wear a Speedo? If not, I could crochet one for him.Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634382495957387755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-78617813373609679052009-01-28T12:45:00.000-06:002009-01-28T12:45:00.000-06:00For your house to vaccuum itself, you need a Roomba.<BR/><BR/>I named mine Paulo.Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-25375496711454052932009-01-23T11:38:00.000-06:002009-01-23T11:38:00.000-06:00I'm sorry. I was being intentionally vague. Basically, I fucked up a dude's Blackberry. Not cool. :(<BR/><BR/>I feel better now, though.Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634382495957387755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-58951650277566383102009-01-22T15:09:00.000-06:002009-01-22T15:09:00.000-06:00What happened? You can't tell a hearty tale and leave out the meat.Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-42861436781146514582009-01-20T15:48:00.000-06:002009-01-20T15:48:00.000-06:00Feeling dirty is the best part. :)Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-10881174172501949152009-01-19T17:46:00.000-06:002009-01-19T17:46:00.000-06:00I don't feel bad about it but it does definitely feel dirty after only having sex in a bed for, ummm...7 years?! Afterward he said "Next time, let's try the kitchen." Our kitchen does not have a door so that would either require a sitter or be really late at night. <BR/><BR/>P.S. We have done the park but that was a LONG time ago.Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634382495957387755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-50601493975784324362009-01-19T14:48:00.000-06:002009-01-19T14:48:00.000-06:00Why would having sex with your husband *anywhere* mean that you're a slut!? Fuck him in the back of the car like you did when you were 16. Fuck him in the bathroom stall of a restaurant. Fuck him in a park. He's yours to do with/what/where as you please with NO judgment from anyone.Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-20935530920934545592009-01-15T13:32:00.000-06:002009-01-15T13:32:00.000-06:00That truck has your name on it.Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-62571765479367103442009-01-14T16:07:00.000-06:002009-01-14T16:07:00.000-06:00That is still undecided. I probably will but I must be very intoxicated to do so.Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634382495957387755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-34269468779191434252009-01-14T15:47:00.000-06:002009-01-14T15:47:00.000-06:00Does this mean you are never getting a tattoo?Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160083790606004751.post-9764588224589721802009-01-09T11:14:00.000-06:002009-01-09T11:14:00.000-06:00i hope i get to see the live show.Furtive Flatulencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204732616189839192noreply@blogger.com